Table for two,
just me and you,
heaven bound
with fork in hand.
nothing tastes better,
than somethin’
from the oven,
cept your sweet lovin’
and tender tasty lips,
my love.
A little wine
just as we dine,
nothing could be finer,
but holdin’ and huggin’ you,
my love.
Tell me now,
if you would,
what’s for desert?
I bet it will be good.
